scene of the crime
fox and i were enjoying a lovely, peaceful moment together this morning, when our beautiful silence was broken by the sound of gentle splashing. a mystery liquid was sprinkling through our open window from the apartment above, dousing our tile floor and coffee table. immediately my over-active imagination envisioned an elderly man admiring the rooftop garden and greeting the bright day with a mid-morning leak. i'm doubtful that's really the origin of the mystery liquid, but technically mexico is still a developing country, and propriety isn't exactly at the top of everyone's list.